way. By not telling Michael who she was, or rather, who her boyfriend was, she was committing her own act of betrayal. Michael told her things that he damn sure would have kept to himself if he’d known.
When he found out, he was going to hate her, she needed to leave and soon. Only thing, if she left now, he would feel abandoned because his confession exposed a weakness as he saw it. Leaving would solidify his delusions of being unworthy. Straightening her spine, she nodded to herself in the mirror.
She would return to Michael, stay long enough to ensure in his mind that his words in no way ushered in her departure, then she’d leave. That way, even when he found out, and he would—she wasn’t so stupid to believe that he wouldn’t—her help would have already been done, and she could try to act like she didn’t realize. Not that it would do much good, Michael was a smart man, but as long as she didn’t add to his hellish companions at this point, she’d put a check in the win column.
As she left the bathroom, she got lost in his sleeping form. She’d only just met him, but she would miss him terribly. There was something between them, something that would never see the light of day, and that weighed heavy on her heart as she approached the softly-snoring form curled up like an angel.
The hand she lowered to gingerly stroke his silky soft hair, just one last time, was snatched before it even made contact, and used to leverage her onto the bed with a bounce. Michael brought his lips to hers, dropping a surprisingly soft kiss there. “Stay with me, please?” He pled.
Wanting to give in was almost a compulsion, if she ever wanted anything, anyone this desperately before, she couldn’t remember. If only she wasn’t who she was and where she was and…a million other things, she could give in to her desire, but she was all those things. Not to mention, she was still in a relationship.
Ending or not, it was what it was. Sure, that’s rich coming from the other woman , she scolded herself. Before she gave her inner brat a non-verbal mind beam response, she was ripped out of her own head by her body responding to outside stimuli, and liking it. Warm soft lips were tracking along her jaw to just below her ear and gave a slight lick to her lobe. The shiver that coursed through her was damn near orgasmic. Tilting her head ever so gently backward must have engaged some higher brain function.
No, no, no, no. I cannot let this happen. While working out the logistics to disengage from the magnetic man, he made a move that had smoke rising from her panty region.
F uck , Michael thought. The way she responded to his touch was like she was custom made for his hands, mouth, and cock alone, no one else’s. How could she possibly react to another’s touch the way she did his? His hands alone were the perfect tools to play her body, like a vintage Les Paul, make it sing…and moan—pluck and strum the right chords until they made beautiful fucking music together. Encore after encore.
Just when he thought her lips were the ambrosia of the gods, his kissed the unbelievably soft skin just beneath her ear. He nuzzled her there, letting his whole face enjoy the same sensation as his lips.
Wanting wasn’t strong enough, neither was needing. Was there even a word in any language that could describe his desire for this woman? There was a layer to it that was inexplicable and unexpected. This need, this essential need, wasn’t just a physical thing. That gave him pause. Here he was in a cabin, at a lake he never thought to come back to, with a woman who didn’t belong to him—one who he still partially blamed, even though he knew he was wrong, for an incident that scarred him. But she was also the one who could heal it, and the other scars, too. He just felt it in his bones.
That revelation stilled his oral exploration, and he just breathed her in, locked her essence deep inside his lungs like he could make it a part of
When he found out, he was going to hate her, she needed to leave and soon. Only thing, if she left now, he would feel abandoned because his confession exposed a weakness as he saw it. Leaving would solidify his delusions of being unworthy. Straightening her spine, she nodded to herself in the mirror.
She would return to Michael, stay long enough to ensure in his mind that his words in no way ushered in her departure, then she’d leave. That way, even when he found out, and he would—she wasn’t so stupid to believe that he wouldn’t—her help would have already been done, and she could try to act like she didn’t realize. Not that it would do much good, Michael was a smart man, but as long as she didn’t add to his hellish companions at this point, she’d put a check in the win column.
As she left the bathroom, she got lost in his sleeping form. She’d only just met him, but she would miss him terribly. There was something between them, something that would never see the light of day, and that weighed heavy on her heart as she approached the softly-snoring form curled up like an angel.
The hand she lowered to gingerly stroke his silky soft hair, just one last time, was snatched before it even made contact, and used to leverage her onto the bed with a bounce. Michael brought his lips to hers, dropping a surprisingly soft kiss there. “Stay with me, please?” He pled.
Wanting to give in was almost a compulsion, if she ever wanted anything, anyone this desperately before, she couldn’t remember. If only she wasn’t who she was and where she was and…a million other things, she could give in to her desire, but she was all those things. Not to mention, she was still in a relationship.
Ending or not, it was what it was. Sure, that’s rich coming from the other woman , she scolded herself. Before she gave her inner brat a non-verbal mind beam response, she was ripped out of her own head by her body responding to outside stimuli, and liking it. Warm soft lips were tracking along her jaw to just below her ear and gave a slight lick to her lobe. The shiver that coursed through her was damn near orgasmic. Tilting her head ever so gently backward must have engaged some higher brain function.
No, no, no, no. I cannot let this happen. While working out the logistics to disengage from the magnetic man, he made a move that had smoke rising from her panty region.
F uck , Michael thought. The way she responded to his touch was like she was custom made for his hands, mouth, and cock alone, no one else’s. How could she possibly react to another’s touch the way she did his? His hands alone were the perfect tools to play her body, like a vintage Les Paul, make it sing…and moan—pluck and strum the right chords until they made beautiful fucking music together. Encore after encore.
Just when he thought her lips were the ambrosia of the gods, his kissed the unbelievably soft skin just beneath her ear. He nuzzled her there, letting his whole face enjoy the same sensation as his lips.
Wanting wasn’t strong enough, neither was needing. Was there even a word in any language that could describe his desire for this woman? There was a layer to it that was inexplicable and unexpected. This need, this essential need, wasn’t just a physical thing. That gave him pause. Here he was in a cabin, at a lake he never thought to come back to, with a woman who didn’t belong to him—one who he still partially blamed, even though he knew he was wrong, for an incident that scarred him. But she was also the one who could heal it, and the other scars, too. He just felt it in his bones.
That revelation stilled his oral exploration, and he just breathed her in, locked her essence deep inside his lungs like he could make it a part of
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